The Wooden Dragon spoke calmly, while the illusory image of the Jianmu around it seemed to be bathed in purple lightning, expanding continuously.
However, Mu Guo beside it was full of worry.
"Lord Wooden Dragon..."
"Don't blame yourself. Since they have set their sights on us, it would happen sooner or later, with or without this incident."
The Wooden Dragon gently comforted Mu Guo, forcefully carving out a new world within the ocean of lightning. In no time, the illusory image of the Jianmu rose infinitely, breaking through the dome of the sea of lightning and forcing its way into the dimension where the Purple Cloud Main God resides!
Forcing a confrontation between the two sides!
"Overestimating yourself."
Facing the emerging illusory image of the Jianmu and the Wooden Dragon forcing a face-to-face encounter, the Purple Cloud sneered, and the ocean of lightning began to churn and roar.
